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@trcubledycuth
“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.” {{ For Steve?
☆.。.:* infinity war spoilers below, ya’ll been warned. .。.:*☆
“It was the only way.” Peter had always sided with Tony. Tony was his gateway into this big, exciting world he wanted to desperately to be apart of. Tony was the gateway into more. New York wasn’t enough, he wanted to do more, be more, save more. Steve had been in his shoes once upon a time. Steve had lied time and time again, doing whatever he could to get into the army, to make a difference. He wanted to fight and stand up for what was right, even when he wasn’t capable of doing so by everyone else’s standards. It hurt his heart because he understood exactly where Peter was coming from, and he couldn’t blame him.
LOSING TONY. Well. that was a sacrifice; he hadn’t wanted to make it but he knew Tony. He’d talked to him. ‘Look after the kid for me.’ And he intended to, even if Peter hated him, even if he didn’t understand. One day he would, and Steve would be there waiting. He was still an Avenger. “We had to undo what Thanos did. You were gone, so many people were gone.” Avengers, former agents, innocent people that had nothing to do with this. They’d all turned to ash and … Bucky. They had the choice, and they made it. “He died a hero.” Something that should offer comfort to Peter, but Steve wasn’t naive, not anymore. He knew it wouldn’t. Not now.
“You don’t have to trust me now, but it was the only way.”
― tony + watching helplessly as the people he cares about go after the arc reactor
"Tell me you don't love me." - steve
It was as if someone had made a fist, pulled their arm back and punched her straight in the abdomen as hard as they could. The breath was stolen straight from her lungs and it left her gasping, eyes stinging as tears threatened to well up and spill. She actually took a staggering step, feeling weak-kneed and had to reach out and grab onto the back of one of the chairs at his small kitchen table to steady herself. Diana gripped it tightly— who would’ve guessed that words had such power? The answer was a large part of why she was leaving. If anyone knew the power that words held it was her. Just ten little words strung together in a specific order and the Diana that was standing there mere feet from the person who meant the most to her in the entire world wouldn’t know him from Adam. Not only would she not know him, but she’d try to kill him and wake up hours later completely unaware of what she’d done.
She took a few steadying breaths before turning around to face him. That was a mistake. He stood there looking completely heartbroken, betrayed even. Originally her plan had been to leave in the middle of the night without saying anything and leave him a letter or something. It would’ve been easier if she didn’t have to face him, but ultimately she’d decided against it. It seemed too cruel, especially after he’d taken care of her for six months. He’d sacrificed so much and tried so hard to save her from whatever it was that was poisoning her mind. Steve had failed, not for lack of trying.
When she first showed up on his doorstep she’d had a few incidents. He’d had to intervene, do what needed to be done to stop her. It tore him apart; she could see it in his eyes even though he’d never admit it to her. Those incidents had tapered off and it had been two months since the last one… until a couple of days ago. Diana couldn’t even remember what had triggered it, but Steve had no choice but to restrain her for hours on end while he tried to talk her down and pull her back to herself. She was ruining his life. He couldn’t live this way and neither could she. She couldn’t live with him knowing that she was putting him through hell. Her best friend, the love of her life. Steve was young and handsome… he should be out having fun, not constantly worrying about caring for her.
“Don’t do this.” Her voice wavered as she spoke and it angered her, the way it betrayed her. She knew what he was doing. If she said she didn’t love him and made him believe it he was going to let her leave. There were a lot of things she was willing to do to get him to let her go, but that wasn’t one of them. He was playing dirty. Diana wished things could be different. More than anything she wanted Steve to be able to make her better so they could shack up together and play house the way that they both wanted to, but this was so much more complicated than that.
If she went to him she was never going to be able to leave and yet she strode towards him, taking his hands in hers and squeezing them. “I could never say that.” It pained her to even think about saying those words to him. It would be the biggest lie she’d ever told. “This isn’t working.” Her voice broke and as she tried to fight back tears she nearly choked around the painful lump that had formed in her throat. “I’m not getting better, we’ve just gotten better at avoiding what triggers… it. This time we don’t even know why it happened. What if you couldn’t stop me?” Just the idea of hurting him was enough to send the tears she’d been struggling to hold at bay rolling down her cheeks. “I need to get better.”
There was no way in hell he was going to let her leave, she knew it and he knew it too. He hadn’t said it yet, but she knew he’d vow that they would do everything in his power to fix her. She stepped forward and closed the gap between them, letting him wrap her tightly in his arms. They stood for a few moments clinging to each other before she pulled back enough to look up at him, her best friend. “I love you. I love you so much.” That was why she was going to wait a few days and go with plan A. Under the cover of darkness she’d go back on the run, leaving him a letter begging for his forgiveness and, selfishly, for him to wait for her to figure this out.
feheart:
“you need to seriously cool it with the road rage. i’ve seen your cardiogram, and believe me, one of these days you’re going to hit a ki—–”
when happy slammed on the brakes abruptly, tony braced himself against the collision with his left arm pressed to the seat in front of him. his seat belt held him back securely, but his traumatized arm throbbed regardless. this was definitely the last time he was going to ask happy to chauffeur him anywhere. how fast had they been going? fifteen, maybe twenty miles an hour in this tormenting new york traffic? oddly, he was glad for that; at least they couldn’t have killed that bicyclist, but he didn’t want a lawsuit to be the cherry on top of his shitty afternoon.
grunting, tony unbuckled the seat belt and dragged himself out of the vehicle to check if the pedestrian they had hit wasn’t injured. “hap, call an ambulance,” he said. better safe than to be sorry. paying for the medical fees was the least he could do, even if it had technically been the bicyclist’s fault for crossing at a red light. they’d debate the legalities of everything later.
nothing could have prepared him to see peter bloodied and dirtied on the ground, though. the bicycle was twisted like a pretzel and crushed under the vehicle’s tires, pizza was strewn all over the asphalt, and—–tony couldn’t really process everything individually, just that his first priority was to make sure peter was okay. “parker? what are you—–are you okay?” tony asked urgently. he fished out a handkerchief from his blazer and wiped down peter’s bloody face. he knew peter had taken a lot worse than a beamer going at twenty miles per hour (much, much worse), but the general public didn’t know that. and he was sure peter’s body had to be in some kind of shock if his senses hadn’t cued him for that danger. “no, uh-uh——stop moving, we’re getting you to the hospital,” he said, pressing a hand flat against peter’s chest to keep him from standing. “you were hit by a car, kid. stay down, because you’ll look like a headless chicken if you walk this off fine.” it sounded crass, maybe even a bit insensitive for someone who had just hit the kid with his own vehicle, but it was tony’s surefire way of protecting peter’s identity.
he knew peter was fine, but tony still worried, and felt responsible on behalf of happy’s carelessness. “and we’ll talk about these later,” he said, gathering the spider-man photos that had slipped out of peter’s bag, along with his broken camera. as the paramedics and police arrived to control the situation, tony slipped the photos into the pocket of his blazer quickly, hiding them from view.
tony hadn’t heard from happy about peter in days, but now he was starting to realize that something may be off.
“UH, HI MISTER STARK. Y —yeah yeah yeah, no no, I'm fine!” He could totally get up and walk this off, but Tony was already — was that a handkerchief? “Awe man, you don’t gotta do that! You’re gonna ruin it.” And it felt real expensive. And it was Tony, so it was probably vucana wool, because Tony always had the best and most expensive stuff and Peter found himself pawing it away for that very reason. “If Happy washes that with hydrogen peroxide, it should come ri —” Wait, his assumptions read in surprise on his face as Peter scrambled to cover it, “Unless Happy doesn’t do your laundry — that’s probably dry clean only isn’t it?” Shit, “I’ll pay for it, I promise!” God, and whatever damages to his car.
A little too frantic Pete was looking back over his shoulder to actually check out the car. . . And there was his bike. AWESOME. He’d have to go looking dumpster diving to see if anyone had thrown any out recently, even if they were garbage he could fix it up. Pretzeled bikes were kind of out of his skill set though so THAT was a write off. “Mister Stark — I’m fine — I —” OH RIGHT. SHIT. Peter sighed, eyes rolling back into his head as he fell against the road. “I mean ow, it hurts.” Having an audience was cool sometimes, people there to back up SPIDER-MAN for not actually being a public menace but like, for stuff like this? UNMASKED and STUPID? The pain hardly registered when contending with the embarrassment of TONY finding him like this, of ALL FREAKING PEOPLE. 8.5 MILLION PLUS PEOPLE. What were the freaking ODDS? Well, like, at least half of that being so close to Stark Towers but that didn’t make this any better.
“ — They’re nothing, really, Mister Stark!” But Tony was kind of a genius, so of course he wasn’t going to believe that. Of course this was gonna be another one of those moments that felt like one of Uncle Ben’s old talks. He would have said his dad if not for the fact that THOSE weren’t really something he remembered. Too young. If he played his cards right, he could skip out on an actual trip to the hospital if the paramedics would check him over in the ambulance, but he wasn’t sure how lucky he’d be given how today was KIND OF A SHIT SHOW. “Please don’t call Aunt May, okay?” His eyes were finally opening, chancing a look at Tony not wanting to see the disappointment but NEEDING to make a point. In a much lower whisper away from the growing crowd and medical team that was rapidly closing in on them, “You know I’m gonna be fine, she’s just gonna stress herself out and — “ . . . probably have a heart attack at the fact he’d gotten hurt. Let alone trashed his bike, camera, and dignity all in one day. “She already worries I’m not being safe and —”
“ — I think it looks a lot worse than it is.” So much for that. Peter was mostly talking to the paramedics that had joined his side, all too doting and careful hands and questions coming at him. Maybe a little bit of him was in shock. His head fell to the side, at least the pigeons were having a hayday on the pizza. Nice to know SOMEONE could enjoy it on his dime, since it sure as hell wasn’t him or the college kids that expected their pizza in five minutes. Or the boss that was gonna NOT be happy. “It was my fault, I didn’t see — “ Peter sat up, shaking his head, they didn’t need to get the stretcher out... UGH.
AWE MAN, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! High school was over and Peter Parker was beginning to realize why exactly adults were always so stressed out. Aunt May included, because New York wasn’t cheap and with her hours getting cut? He’d resorted to LESS than heroic things to pull his weight, and to try and squirrel away some money for university while helping out with rent. The scholarship he’d been counting on? Didn’t go to him, and maybe it was stupid to assume, but he’d been so sure it was in the bag. Now though? Well, now this just really sucked. He’d got his hopes up for it but . . . Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe for now he was supposed to focus on being Spider-man.
Except right now? He was focused on delivering pizzas in record (and next to impossible) time. Which was hard to swallow because if Spider-man had a hard time doing it, how the hell did the rest of the guys not suck at the whole THIRTY MINUTE GUARANTEE? That’s why sweat was soaking his bangs, sticking them to his forehead as his legs peddled as quick as they could. Battling out taxis and pedestrians that DIDN’T ABIDE BY NEW YORK STATE LAWS and did their own thing, but it was New York so it’s not like that was new. Headphones blared in his ears trying to keep his focus reigned in, tunnel vision to help stay on track. To block out the sirens. To block out the car horns. To block out everything that stood in the way of the thirty minute guarantee which gave him less than thirty six seconds to cover each block.
HIS SPIDEY SENSE? Kind of useless because it wouldn’t stop going off. Swerve too close to a taxi, boom! So. Like. Because of that, he’d ignored it. And because of THAT he’d just caught the tail end of a red (IT HAD BEEN GREEN!!!) which had the wheels of his bike colliding with the front of a car (or limo?) at the cross section, collectively sending Peter and the three extra large pizzas soaring to their resting spot, a crumpled mess. He was so gonna end up paying for those. Groaning face first into cement, his hands pushed him up off of the street — trodden gum all colors of the rainbow decorated with the crimson from his cheeks and hands. He’d had way worse, but that didn’t make this any more enjoyable.
Especially not when a crowd started to gather. See, Peter didn’t think this could get any worse until he shifted and heard the distinct rattling of glass at his side. The messenger bag containing his camera and THE ALL TOO EMBARRASSING morning shoot featuring Spider-Man intercepting a mugging down on 6th splayed, blowing against the chaos and sweeping across the streets as wind caught. But his lens. Now he wanted to die. There was NO WAY THIS COULD GET ANY WORSE.
At least not until Tony Stark, laced in concern, stood above him and . . . “Mister Stark?!” His voice broke. SMALL WORLD. Real small world. Well, not really considering Stark Towers was like, three blocks that way but . . . Peter swallowed, scrambling over and trying to get up off the street. Mr. Stark wasn’t supposed to know. He was never gonna be an Avenger now. “Oh man — “ Peter’s head snapped looking over his shoulder, the back passenger door open — “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit your car! I didn’t even see it!” New York was getting impatient though, as heard by the symphony of horns, but Peter was way too CAUGHT in the moment. “Happy, I’m sorry!” Peter called out, all too apologetic and red with embarrassment (and blood). “Your drivings great, it’s my bad!”
@feheart + plotted starter
‘ Come on, it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t that bad. ‘
✧ SUPERNATURAL PROMPTS ! ( PART I . )@trcubledycuth ( for Barry! )
“I’m not even gonna askwhat THAT BAD would mean for you, bro. Cause I’m pretty sure this really countsas bad. Really bad. Horrible, we’ve almost died kind of bad.” Maybe the factthey haven’t is what tipped it into the cool category for Barry. Or maybealmost dying should be considered perfectly normal at this point.
Going to another Earth,another dimension, really isn’t. And it could have been a one of the lifetimesightseeing tour if it wasn’t for an evil speedster at their toe, ruining alltheir fun. Kidnapping Barry. Threatening them all with a cartoon supervillain voicethat somehow managed to be absolutely terrifying.
“Besides, yourdoppealnger wasn’t an evil guyliner enthusiastic so you don’t get a say.”
They’ve lost Jay butJesse is safe now; it might mean a more bearable Harry. Might, if Barry’s notthinking what Cisco thinks Barry might be thinking. He looks at him withquestion in his eyes.
“Please, tell me you’renot considering A SEQUEL. I really don’t wanna a sequel.”
💀 { trcubledycuth / steve }
send 💀 for my muse to die in your arms ; still accepting
why?
tony keeled over as soon as the alien’s lance impaled him through the chest. blood poured out of his cracked suit, spilling onto his trembling hand. the noise of warfare drowned into a dull, echoing note in his ears. bucky–the son of a bitch–was clearly in shock above him, because tony should have been the last person to sacrifice his own life for him. tony gasped for air, crawling forward on his hands and knees until steve caught him as he collapsed onto his side.
“some kind of—super soldier you are,” he sputtered to bucky, a shaky hand coiled tight around the alien lance that pierced through his chest.
now he remembered why. he remembered when he had been lying on the floor like this, cap’s shield smashed into his arc reactor. remembered how steve had abandoned him there, so tony could suffer another blow to his heart seeing the man he called his lover carry someone else to safety. remembered how steve would always choose bucky. and no matter what tony did, he’d always fall short. bucky–no matter if he was the man who had killed tony’s parents–was someone steve loved, and that fact took precedent over his own personal vendetta against him.
because he loved steve.
“didn’t do it for you, asshole,” he muttered to bucky. and though his gaze met steve’s, he couldn’t burden the other male with an ‘i love you’. he couldn’t be selfish with him, even in his own death. “well———it’s been an honor, captain,” tony jested weakly, choosing to use his last moments to make some military-related joke. he wanted to say more, but death wasn’t patient and stripped away his ability to speak or even move. his only solace in those last moments was gazing into the baby blues of steve’s eyes, letting them be the light at the end of his tunnel.
the 7 deadly sins of being a writer
self-doubt
procrastination
sleep deprivation
jealousy
wailing (despair)
notebook lust
horrifying comma use
the lizzie mcguire movie sentence meme.
feel free to change the pronouns and things to fit your muse!
“some say juvenile, i say genius.”
“_______, you are an outfit repeater!”
“being a spineless jellyfish is almost as unattractive as being a little brownnoser.”
“promise that when we’re here, we’ll find adventures.”
“except for the hair, you could be her twin.”
“i’m incapable of sneaking.”
“i’ve said it before, you’re weak!”
“do you still love her?”
“you mean ______ lip-syncs?”
“you’re gonna get up onstage in front of all these people?”
“that’s a lot to say about someone just knowing them a day?”
“see, this is one of the reasons me and you aren’t friends.”
“why do we even pretend you’re in charge?”
“they all want to be you.”
“is it time for the spaghetti?”
“this cultural experience is, like, so wasted on you.”
“i’d eat carbs if an italian boy bought them for me.”
“and when we get back home, i’m the cool one again and you turn back into a pumpkin.”
“i’m on the front cover of a tabloid!”
“i miss my sister. there, i said it.”
“you’re not the only one who sneaks off at night.”
“i left him and all thoughts of him on the island.”
“______’s life is ruined because of me!”
“______ is setting you up.”
“it doesn’t matter about the tickets because my daughter is back there, impersonating a famous popstar, so i got to get in!”
“you work for me.”
“you’re still on my list.”
“so one last sneak away for old time’s sake?”
@devilsbckbone
#Papa Stark may be regretting his decision